Chapter 15
My mind instantly goes to thinking Rhett has caught me for half a second. I tense up as I’m forcefully pulled into a nearby alleyway. I let out a shaky breath when I realize it is not him, but someone else. However, that relief is short–lived when I see the angry look on his face.
The man’s appearance is intimidating–tall, broad, and covered in tattoos–and he’s accompanied by a group of equally scary–looking men, all dressed in black with strange emblems on their shirts. I swear I’ve seen those symbols before, but I can’t place them. Their auras are stronger than I would have expected, even for warriors, and it’s odd, given that I have alpha blood running through my veins.
The man’s grip on my arm tightens as he leans in and sniffs me, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. I stare at him with wide eyes. “Who are you?” he demands, his voice low and dangerous. Goosebumps instantly rise on my body as his aura washes over me.
“I–I’m just passing through,” I stutter, trying to pull away from him. But his hold only tightens, making it clear that he has no intention of letting me go anytime soon.
“Passing through? To where?” the man growls. “What brings you to our town?”
“I… I have family here,” I reply, hoping that will satisfy him and make him release me.
But the man doesn’t seem convinced.
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He exchanges a look with his companions before turning back. to me. “We don’t take kindly to outsiders here. What’s your name?”
I know my mate is looking for me, so I lie, giving him my grandmother’s last name instead. “My name is Brielle,” I lie, trying to keep my voice steady.
“What pack are you from?” he asks, his eyes boring into mine.
“I’m not part of any pack,” I reply cautiously, hoping he’ll
believe me.
He narrows his eyes, and I can see his mind working, trying to decide whether to trust me. “You’ve trespassed on our territory,” he growls but the other men behind him are stepping closer and I feel the air in my lungs freeze.
“I didn’t mean to trespass,” I explain, my heart pounding in my chest. “I just came into town to get my grandmother’s medication.”
The man seems to consider my words, but the others in the group still crowd around me, their intimidating presence making it difficult to breathe. One of them, a woman with a scar running down her cheek, sneers at me. “You expect us to believe that? You just happened to wander into the King’s territory?”
Another man, this one with a shaved head and a silver hoop earring, chimes in. “Maybe she’s a spy for another pack, sent to gather intel.”
The one holding me shakes his head. “We need to know the name of the pack in this territory. Tell us.”
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“I’m not from a pack. I don’t even know what pack I’ve stumbled into,” and I didn’t. As far as I knew, Grandma lived in no–man’s–land, rogue territory that is owned by the King but no packs reside here; she never mentioned one.
“This isn’t a traditional werewolf pack. You’re at Whispering Pines, you’re in the Lycan King’s kingdom, only those council approved are allowed here, no pack occupants only the King’s pack,” he answers, still watching me closely.
“The King’s pack?” I ask, I didn’t realize he had a pack I thought just the kingdom?
“Lycan pack, we may be different species but we still live in packs.” the man answers.
That I didn’t know, to be honest I didn’t know much about Lycan’s, sure we were taught about them in school but nothing much was ever said about them living in packs, but it does make sense I guess their species isn’t that far removed from ours. We are mutts compared to them but also similar in some sense since werewolves muddied the blood of Lycans. But now I recognize those patches on their uniforms, they are the same as the badges on the men in suits when I ran into Soren and Max in the city.
Suddenly, the man releases me, but not before issuing a warning. “Make sure you go to the council and register your intent to stay. If you don’t, and we have to hunt you down,
you won’t like the consequences.”
As the group disperses, I’m left standing in the alley, my heart still racing from the encounter. I realize that staying in this town might not be as simple as I had hoped. I didn’t think the King’s men would monitor this town so heavily, I guess
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I make my way back to my grandmother’s house, the experience with the enforcers weighing heavily on my mind. I know I have to register my intent to stay with the council, but I can’t shake the feeling that doing so will only draw more attention to me and put my grandmother in even greater danger.
As I walk, I replay the encounter in my mind, and what does it mean for my grandmother and me now that I’ve been forcibly introduced to the King’s enforcers? With each step, my anxiety grows, and I can’t help but wonder if I’ve made a mistake by coming to this town.
